Was I ever really strong enough
Or silver tongued to the turning of heads
Have I ever made them move an inch
Or awakened the sinful dead
Have angels ever wished they were me
With arms instead of wings
Trading gray hair for their halo’s
And a song they must fight to sing
You avow me as an only child
And fight hell for who I’ll be
Looking as though you never doubt
That I’m precisely what You see
How did I get to this place in Your heart
Where kings have never tread
Where dreams I thought were torn apart
Were only growing in Your head
How did I come to the front of your thoughts
While giving in so often to mine
It’s like nothing I could possibly to know
And yet all I was meant to find
You are over the top in all that You are
Insanely right in all that You do
Your bottomless love like counting the stars
As endless to me as the depths of You
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Beautiful.
awesome!
WOW!
You wrote this while it was raining, didn’t you?
I DO like your poetry… especially the stanza with the line “and fight hell for who I’ll be”
I like that line- it’s kind of all painful and good and beautiful and heartbreaking all at once to think that he does that for us…
You amaze me. So few writers have ever made me want to read their stuff over and over… I LOVE this part…
Was I ever really strong enough
Or silver tongued to the turning of heads
Have I ever made them move an inch
Or awakened the sinful dead
Have angels ever wished they were me
With arms instead of wings
Trading gray hair for their halo’s
And a song they must fight to sing
You avow me as an only child
And fight hell for who I’ll be
Looking as though you never doubt
That I’m precisely what You see
How did I get to this place in Your heart
Where kings have never tread
Where dreams I thought were torn apart
Were only growing in Your head
How did I come to the front of your thoughts
While giving in so often to mine
It’s like nothing I could possibly to know
And yet all I was meant to find
You are over the top in all that You are
Insanely right in all that You do
Your bottomless love like counting the stars
As endless to me as the depths of You
Hey man, that’s really a nice piece of writing there. The last stanza left me wanting something else, something more. Maybe a You2?